Sweet Nothings Read Count : 13

Category : Poems

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If I told you that you are beautiful

Would it exceed simple flattery? 

For compliments come ever so plentiful

in different faces, that it is battery. 

Meaningless smiles contort burdened décor;

Your face falls apart, searching for truth.

The coddled boogieman makes love a chore,

Performed for bloody wealth ever since days of youth.

Such games doesn’t suit you,

They steal souls and never play fair. 

Let adorn pollute you

And learn to laugh without a care

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